Thursday, October 18, 2012

Why Do Women Cry?

"Mom, why do women cry?", asked David to his mother. David was about to get married in a weeks time and was trying to take a crash course from his mother on women, to better understand his wife-to-be.

"David, a woman cries for a lot of reasons, but basically its her way of expressing whenever she's overwhelmed with emotions. She cries for reasons happy, and she cries when too stressed. She cries when it hurts, physically or emotionally or sometimes both.

A woman cries over many things, but she weeps when only in pain. There are many things in this world that make a woman weep, make sure you are not one of them!"

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Places and what they stand for...

When I hear someone say some city/state names, following is what I actually hear:

Mumbai - shopping, shopping and more shopping!!!

Bangalore - Hangout! Chill!

Shillong - NATURE! Food! Shopping! And lots of rain!

Kerala - Food, nature, lots of humidity and heat, kappa meen curry!

Ahmedabad - Friends, food, shopping, food, movies and did I mention food?

Gandhinagar - Super green chill out point!

Pune - Hangout

Baroda - chillout

Goa - Beaches!

Mt. Abu - Cold, temples, kinda boring.

Girnar - Steps, steps and more steps! Breathtaking view.

What about you? What are the things that pop up in your head when you hear the name of a certain place you've been to?

Sunday, September 16, 2012


If standing up against someone/something doesn't work, kneel for them/it.

Disclaimer: The image has been sourced from Google image search. The quote is my own.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Gearing up for Monday Morning - Let's Create History!

It's Friday and many of us must have already planned out our weekend. But what about the dreaded Monday? Mondays are not to be dreaded. Read on...

It’s the start of a new week; a new day has begun, and while we are at it let us play our parts well. Put a smile on someone’s face, give the one in need a helping hand, hold on a little more to that desperate situation, trust the least trustworthy, fill the days with life, kill hostility with laughter, fill boredom with purpose and most important of all, let us create history.

You and I are here, not to wake up do our respective jobs, eat, drink and to back to sleep again. No. We are here for a higher purpose; we who are born in this age of the world, in this time of the history have a bigger purpose, a higher responsibility, to leave a better world for the next generation to inherit.

But what can one person do to create history? Yes I know that not all are recognized in the chapters of history and there are many unsung heroes, but our purpose of living is not to get our names in the history textbooks or to get a monument made for us, our purpose is to be our best in the days and time that is given to us to improve our world.

Be it the small act of helping the marginalized, or breaking the barriers of caste system, be it about being vocal about the gender prejudices or standing up against a corrupt system, every bit counts. You may not be featured in the news papers; you may not even succeed to eradicate what you stood against. You won’t see overnight results, but you will create a ripple, which will be noticed by few, a ripple which will grow and spread, slowly but steadily and you my dear friend will be the one who has set a stone rolling to change the course of history.

This Monday, wake up to create history!

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Liebster Blog Award

I love surprises, specially the ones that leave me happy! I got one such surprise when Karen Blessing, of Baking in a Tornado decided to present me with the Liebster Blog Award (she did this quite a while ago but I took a long time to actually believe that it was a reality). So now I have to answer her questions and chose my own 11 award winners to spread the blog-love that I got.

So here goes:

  1. How many total blog entries have you posted? - 113 Posts
  2. Do you have a favorite entry that you've posted? - Yes I do, its My Date With Time
  3. Do you work at promoting your blog? - Not much!
  4. Have you ever had writer's block? If so, what did you do? - Yes, currently suffering from an acute one, and I have asked a few fellow bloggers to guest post on my blog while I deal with my block.
  5. Whats the greatest impact blogging has had on you? - Through years it has shown me how I have grown, when I look back to my old pieces, it's a bit of my own old self captured in there.
  6. Who has been the most help to you in your blogging? - All those kind people who have followed my blog and commented on it, given me courage to go on.
  7. What's your leisure activity (besides blogging)? - Reading ofcourse.
  8. What's your favorite time of the year and why? - CHRISTMAS! For obvious reasons!
  9. If someone rings your doorbell and you are in the middle of getting down a thought for your blog, do you answer the door or keep writing? - Write hastily in shorthand, answer the door, get back to writing!
  10. Boxers or briefs? Sorry don't answer that, just wanted to see if you are still paying attention! - That was a cheek!
  11. Has blogging become an addiction? Do you think we all need an intervention? - Uh... Ummmm... Yeah... Maybe... I'll go and feed the cat!

Now ideally I have to ask 11 questions to next 11 bloggers to whom I will be passing on this award... But I am feeling so lazy, that I would ask my readers to just add their blog link in the comments and claim the award! Esay peasy! :)

Monday, August 20, 2012

She Soaks No More...

The day began and so did her chores. It was the same routine everyday, wake up, cook breakfast, feed the children, dress them, feed hubby, dress him partly too (she wondered how he managed not to see things that were right in front of his eyes!), and once all left home, the ritual of washing and cleaning began. The dusting and sweeping the house would take the rest of the morning and then it was time for the dirty laundry.

And when I say dirty, I mean totally, terribly dirty. How did her kids managed to get so many stains on their clothes was beyond her, and she always dreaded cleaning them afterwards. Today again was no different. As she carried the hamper of dirty clothing towards the washing machine, she sighed. She sorted the laundry into "the dirty" and "the very dirty", she sighed even more when she saw that most of her laundry fell under the very dirty category. She'd have to soak again.

She never had free time for herself, she was always busy doing something for someone. As she mixed her washing powder in the bucket full of water, she mixed her thoughts with despair, as her arm went into the bucket and ran in circles, she brooded over her decision to quit the job on the arrival of their second child. She did not mind being a stay-at-home mom, but she deeply craved some time for herself. One by one she soaked the clothes into the detergent solution, and as each of the clothing was drowned in the bucket, she was drowning herself in self pity and frustration. Finally when she had added the last of the clothes, she waited for them to be soaked for half an hour, while she soak herself in sorrow. She was losing herself in the lost days of happiness, and soon her face was tear stained.

It was the same routine everyday. Soaking daily, the clothes in the detergent that didn't seem to help much, and herself into misery which didn't help much either.

Three months later...

She couldn't believe she would ever find happiness again, and in such amount. For months she had been soaking in hopelessness, but now she was free from it! It had been a mere accident that had made this drastic change in her life.

As she mindlessly added stuff to her cart while shopping for home supplies, she just happened to add Surf Excel Matic  to her cart. She didn't have anything particular in mind at that time, she just wanted to try out this new detergent. Once home, while she was arranging the bags of goods she had brought, her eyes fell on the Surf pack, the word 'vibrating molecules' had caught her eye!
She shrugged it off! No more soaking because of some vibrating molecules thingy sounded too far fetched! But later she decided to try it. And voila, did it work! Her clothes could not have been more cleaner. Now she was saving almost 45mins that she usually wasted in soaking and scrubbing before turning the clothes in the washing machine.

What was more, with no time to spend in self pity, her spirits actually lifted up. She now found time to do things she actually wanted to. Try out new hobbies, experiment with a new recipe or just catch up with a new song on radio, days went by and from a stay-at-home gloomy mom, she turned into a stay-at-home happy mom.

This post is for the Indiblogger contest " Soak No More" powered by Surf Excel.

Monday, August 13, 2012

I know what I like, and I don't like change

Adam Garratt of The British Menu has been kind enough to offer me a guest post. He is an excellent blogger and an even better cook, his culinary blog has all the best cuisines of British origin and adaptation. Do check the blog out for delicious as well as easy to make recipes.

I know what I like, and I don't like change

That phrase used to be synonymous with British people, other countries used to look at us and thought we just ate fish and chips and drank far too much tea, despite this being un true I can see why they would think it. For those that know me and my blog will understand my love for British food, we have some of the best food in the world, with traditional dishes and of course food we have inherited from other countries, such as India.

Britain is a great absorber of other food cultures and that's a good thing, it got really going with the Romans, they gave us the parsnip, peas, pasta and all sorts of other delights. India has given us a spice explosion over the past 30-40 years, but it hasn't been plain sailing I can tell you. I remember as a child being forced to eat left over Christmas turkey that was mixed with cheap curry powder and raisins, this somehow passed as a curry in many British households, and for me at least it took a number of years to realise that actually this is not a curry, it's an abomination.

I live in a city with a vast Indian culture, with a vibrant community all sharing their food knowledge and recipes handed down from generation to generation. Don't get me wrong I have tasted some awful Indian food just as much as I have tasted some awful British food, I once had a lamb biryani that was so tough and chewy you could of made a handbag out of it.

I have had some heated debates with some people about me featuring Pizza on the site, saying it's not British, well no it isn't a traditional dish but it has become part of our food culture, I grew up with it and so did millions of others. The same goes for curry, our palates have become attuned to the subtle and complex spices of Indian cuisine. You know it is said that Tikka masala was created in Britain in the 70's, when a waiter served up a traditional chicken tikka and the customer asked where the gravy was, needless to say the chef had to think on his feet and made a sauce from a tin of tomato soup! Of course this could be un true but it's an amazing story none the less.

I love my country's food, and I wouldn't trade it for all the tea in china, I adore our beef, I love our Jersey royal potatoes and the Jersey cows that produce the best cream, we have cheeses that could beat France into submission and puddings that just make me smile. But one thing is for sure is curry is here to stay as well, and thankfully our nation has welcomed it with open arms along with spaghetti bolognese, pizza, and Chinese food.

So getting back to that old classic saying, I would re phrase it as 'I know what I like, but I also like change'

Thank you for reading, My blog is

Saturday, August 11, 2012


Today I have Sudarshan Rangarajan with me for a guest post. Let's know more about with him in his own words:

I am Sudarshan Rangarajan, recent computer engineer, searching for ‘what-makes-me- happy- so- as- to –pursue- it- as- something- more -than –a- hobby’. 
I vent my frustration, thoughts, ideas (yet to strike me), and views about current issues in a blog . This is the first time I am writing a guest post. So I am pretty excited about it and want to know your thoughts about it.


What is the first thing that strikes you when you hear the word “caste”? Is it reservation? Or is it oppression?
The caste system originally wasn’t supposed to compartmentalize the society on basis of your caste but it started out as a classification based on the type of work a person did. Broadly they were of four types
  • Khsatriyas – the protectors 
  • Brahmins –teaching and performing rites and rituals.
  • Vaishyas – the business community
  • Shudras – the community that did menial jobs

According to historians initially when this system called the ‘varna’ was implemented it wasn’t supposed to be hereditary. But it inadvertently became hereditary as a father would want one or all of his children to carry forward his legacy. So basically a person from a certain Varna could try and pursue any other Varna.

Some thousand years ago the Varna system was manipulated by the upper Varna especially the Brahmins and converted into a jati or caste system. This caste system got manipulated, multiplied, categorised making many sub-castes within the main four caste. With the work they did the shudras were stigmatised. They were declared as untouchables and very few got out of the grasp of the problems associated with being a shudra and educated themselves. 

The problem our country faces is different region wise:

Lower caste in cities/metros:
Now we have many cities that are inhabited by well established people of the all castes including the lower caste. The ones who grabbed the opportunities provided and made it big. But now that they are well established and can sustain or rather prosper without the additional support from the government I think they should give up the privileges associated with the caste and help other downtrodden communities reap the benefit. As they already know about how to avail the support they can inform others about it. For example on a basic level if you have a maid who is from lower caste you can inform her about the various schemes that will help her invest safely in government bonds and about schools that are free for them that even provide the books and stationary.

Lower caste in north India (Uttar Pradesh, Bihar, Jharkhand, and others):
The situation of the lower caste here is grim. They aren’t allowed to use the same facilities as the upper caste. Even the temples are supposedly different for the lower caste. They aren’t allowed to go to the same school as the upper caste kids do.  Hospitals have separate waiting rooms, nurses, ward boys and even the preference is given to the upper caste. The lower caste women are the ones who get the worst possible treatment. In a survey of 2006 among 500 dalit women of 4 states, 116 said they had been raped, additional 234 said they were assaulted sexually. Being a woman in this country is tough but being a dalit woman in impoverished states makes it even tougher as being sexually abused by an upper caste is an inescapable part of their lives.

Lower caste in Tamil Nadu:
The case here is very peculiar and is actually completely opposite to the situation in the rest of the country. Till the 60s the caste system did exist but more or less there was peace. Some places did have separate facilities for the people of different castes and opportunities for the lower caste were few but more compared to the ones in other parts of the country. Then in 60s there was rise of D.M.K (Dravida Munnetra Khazagam) which claimed that the Sanskrit speaking Brahmin & Kshatriya society was Aryan and the rest who belonged to lower Dravid. This movement gained momentum as the people thought they had a voice in D.M.K., they opposed Hindi as a language and said Tamil is the language of poor people. In this rage of anti-Hindi, anti- Aryan (Kshatriya and Brahmin) which converted into votes and D.M.K. came into power. As vote bank politics they played the reservation quota card and kept increasing the quota limit. Not only was the quota raised up 69% but also according to the statistics 87% of the Tamil Nadu is backward class (SC, ST, and MBC) which according to individual reports is a bloated figure. Since it is the backward class that is now the majority, the tables have turned. It is noticed that people from upper caste are made fun of and are not allowed into various schools and colleges. It is ‘reverse casteism’. 

The problem is that the previous generation still very much believes in the caste system, and they pass this on to the next generation. The only possible place where we can start eradication of caste is at the school level. As kids we do not care about asking the caste; we just make friends on the first name basis. We just care and share because that is all we are taught. We aren’t told to ask each other’s caste when we get acquainted.

I came to know about my friend's caste only when we were about to pass out from high school and my friend who I had known for 4 years had to submit an OBC certificate. If we reduce the number of times we ask a child his/her caste in any way be it informal or due to formal obligation I guess that will be a step in the right direction. Because the moment we see something different, someone having a different identity, as kids it changes our thinking. As adults (if educated) only an incident or behaviour is something that will trigger an unusual behavior.

There is so much more to write, so much more to do about it.
Thank you for taking time to read this post.
Thanks to Rujuta for this wonderful opportunity.

Disclaimer: The post is a Guest Post wherein the views of the author are expressed.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

About Love, Marriages and Other Arrangements


Roshni was sitting on the bench on the railway station, waiting for the train to arrive. She had covered her face with big sunglasses and a scarf to hide the bruises, and she wore an oversized kurta to hide her pregnant belly. She was sleep deprived and starved. She looked almost on the brink of death. But if you would have seen Roshni six months back, you would have instantly fallen in love with her rosy cheeks and clear complexion.

Roshni fell in love with Prasad, she was 19, he was 22, and they both decided to elope. Prasad's friends had arranged for a priest do their wedding in a nearby temple, and the first few weeks they spent in a rented house. Soon they were out of money and after lots of bickering Prasad finally agreed to take Roshni to his home. Things turned out to be worse than expected. The family not only rejected her, they also abused her verbally and physically, but she stood her ground as she had no where to go. Things became even more worse once Prasad and his family found out that Roshni was pregnant. They fixed Prasad's marriage with the girl of their choice. and when Roshni objected they forced her to down rat poison, she some how managed to break free and run away.

'Your train is here madam!', said the porter. Roshni stood up, adjusted her scarf and boarded the train that would take her away from her 'love' marriage.


'Usha! He's here...!', shouted Jyoti, Usha's younger sister. The groom had arrived. Usha who had so far just fussed about her bridal outfit was now excited and nervous on hearing the arrival of her groom. Arjun and Usha's marriage was fixed a month back, it was the standard Indian arranged marriage. The families first exchanged details of each others wards and then the groom's family came to see the bride. They liked the girl, and the girl's family too found the boy perfectly compatible with their daughter. Usha didn't have much to say or do in the match making process. She was only asked once whether she liked the boy, she had coyly nodded her head. She loved her parents and knew they would find the best match for her.

A year passed happily and Usha knew her parents had made a right choice. She loved Arjun, and Arjun adored her.


'I would like to book a table for two,' said Janet on call, 'And make it a candle-light gourmet dinner!' She made the arrangements and hung up smiling, it was Frank's birthday today, and she had planned out a surprise dinner date for him. They'd been married for the past 5 years. There's was a love marriage, a fairytale love marriage! They met in college, fell in love, decided to get married, and the parents on both the sides agreed. Frank's family had not only accepted her, they loved her as her own. She took some time to adjust to her new surroundings and Frank's mother had been ever so patient. She guided Janet like her very own daughter, once she even helped her to sort out a quarrel with Frank.

The idea of a dinner date was Janet's mother-in-law's as well. Initially Janet was a little skeptical, she did not want to leave her 2 year old son behind.But after repeated assurances of her mother-in-law to take care of their son she'd finally agreed. 

Janet smiled as he opened her wardrobe to decide what to wear for her dinner date with her loving husband.


'I don't want to get married!'

'Then what do you want to do? You are already 27, do you want to remain in your parents house forever?'

'So now your own daughter is a burden to you?'

'No darling. Listen to me, you are a girl and someday you will have to leave this house and go. Is there anybody else in your life?'

'Ofcourse not mom! There is no one!'

'Then why not marry this boy, he's really nice. Give him a try, he might turn out to be better than you think!'

A doorbell rang, and Urmila was brought back from her memories. She remembered the discussion she had had with her mother before reluctantly agreeing to marry Ajay. It had been 3 years since they got married and in these 3 long years they never learnt how to live with each other. There was constant bickering, nagging, taunting about things as small as the number of spoons needed on the dinner table. Then a month ago, finally fed up of having to tolerate each other, they filed for divorce. Urmila got up to open the door, expecting the postman with the some divorce document. Instead it turned out to be her mother-in-law at the doorstep. She never wanted them to take a divorce fearing the society, and she had come here to talk it out with Urmila. Urmila had a feeling that it would turn out very much like the talk she had with her mother...


Today’s post is a Guest Post from Karen Blessing who blogs at BakingInATornado. Let’s know more about Karen in her own words:

I’m Karen, a struggling-to-remain-sane stay-at-home Mom of teenaged boys who found, quite by accident a few years ago, that baking not only creates sweets but also relieves stress. Who knew? Draw your own conclusions about my stress level, all I’m admitting to is that we have lots of treats around here…new ones daily. Although I do bake to relieve stress, to relieve stress, and oh yeah, to relieve stress, there are other strategies I’ve been trying as well. Face it, there's only so much butter, flour and sugar available. So I started blogging at It provides me with a delicious (get it?) opportunity to vent. So sit back, have a laugh, try a recipe, then visit my blog…regularly!



Back in 2001, we were lucky enough to view a city-wide art gallery called the J. Doe project. Over 100 six-foot tall fiberglass body forms were decorated by local artists, then displayed throughout the community. It was fun and interesting and interactive and my sons and I totally embraced it. Maps were available, so many mornings that summer we would look at the map together, pick out a few locations and set out on our “Doe-hopping” adventure. Along the way we were treated to an explanation of the process of making the forms when one that we were looking at happened to be inside the lobby of the business that had produced them. More than once we met artists on-site, who spoke to us about the inspiration for their particular design. We spent all summer interpreting others we had seen and picking out our favorites. We saw over 50 of them.


J. Doe & the Magic Carpet

Mary Zicafoose, Artist

At the end of the summer I found out that I could buy 12 inch tall undecorated plaster J.Doe forms. I purchased 2 and we celebrated the end of the “Summer of the Doe” by letting the kids decorate their own. They are still on display in my home:


Colorful Doe & Skateboarder Doe

Decorated by my boys

The most interesting aspect of that whole experience was in seeing the differences in all of our interpretations, our individuality in terms of perspectives. Parents become masters of interpreting what our babies are trying to tell us non-verbally. In later years we try to interpret what they are telling us verbally. Who but me knew that “addle” was water? As someone who bakes a lot, I’ve had first hand experience when it comes to adapting recipes. My Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake Bars are my interpretation of a few different recipes.

Chocolate/Raspberry Cheesecake Bars


Cheesecake Bars

I have been challenged with explaining interpretation to one son who could not do it instinctively. Having a sarcastic Mom can be misleading for him, and frustrating for me. Conversations would frequently go something like this:

J: “Mom, can I have a pop?”

Me: “No, dinner’s in a half an hour, no soda right now.”

Other son: “Mom, can I have one?”

Me: “Sure, I think you should have two.”

Other son: “Oh, good” as he runs off with a can of soda in each hand… and I go chasing after him.

And then there’s the teenage years. In these years interpretation has a whole new… well… interpretation. Whatever I say is construed to mean whatever they want to hear. Whatever they say could mean anything at all. Like this recent conversation while I was watching the Olympics and trying to talk Jason into watching with me.

Me: “J, come watch the Olympics with me”.

J: “No”.

Me: “I need you to spend some time with me, come watch”.

J: “No”.

Me: “What if I said I would cry if you don’t spend some time with me”.

J: “I’m fine with that”.

I could use some help, but I’m still hoping there’s another way to interpret that.

Chocolate/Raspberry Cheesecake Bars


18.25 oz pkg Devil’s Food Cake Mix

1 stick butter, softened

1 egg


8 oz package of cream cheese, softened

14 0z can of sweetened condensed milk

1 egg

2 tsp raspberry extract

Opt: red food coloring

Opt: 1 cup raspberry chocolate chips


*Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease a 9 X 13 pan.

*Beat the cake mix, butter and egg until combined. Set aside ½ cup of this mix.

*Pat remaining batter into the prepared pan.

*Bake for 10 minutes. Take out of oven and cool for 10 minutes.

*Beat cream cheese until smooth. Beat in sweetened condensed milk, egg, raspberry extract and food coloring. Mix in raspberry chocolate chips. Pour into the crust.

*Crumble the reserved batter mixture over the top. Bake for approx. 19 minutes.

*Cool completely. Store in the refrigerator.

- Karen

Note: For more of such fun home stories and delicious recipes don’t forget to check out BakingInATornado.

Monday, August 6, 2012

She wouldn't let go...

Long ago I had been for an evening at Mother Teresa's Orphanage, I had a fun evening with an orphan girl-child, we played together, laughed together and when it was time to leave...

She was clung to me
With tears in her eyes
They tried to pull her away
But she wouldn't say 'bye'!

An hour ago she was so
Happy and full of cheer,
But now look at her
She won't leave me, oh dear!

I wish we hadn't met
I wish, she hadn't seen my face
One thing is for sure now
I'll never visit that place.

Friday, August 3, 2012

I've Hit the Writer's Block!

That's it. I've hit the Writer's Block! Whoever thought it doesn't exist, its false. There is a writer's block, it very much exists, and you can very well be trapped in there. I just hope I am not trapped in here for long.

How did I know I hit the writer's block you ask? Well it's easy, I have been meaning to write my next post, something magnanimous, something piercing, a masterpiece that shakes up people's intellect, or maybe a touching story, an inspired post, a piece that calls upon a revolution! But try as much as I may, I just end up with empty hands.

Its a vicious cycle I tell you. A brilliant idea strikes, I start building it up in my mind, and when I know the idea has grown up enough to be committed to written word... PUFF! Its gone! And all I am left with is some shady memory of what originally was the most profound thought that ever came to my mind. But that is not the end of the cycle. I still take up the writing with whatever caricature is left with me of the original idea, the more I write upon it, the more it disgusts me till I reach a point where I trash the entire post. And then I wait for another brilliant idea to strike!

I have nothing to write! Words betray me. Ideas abandon me. The 'New Post' button mocks me.

So ladies and gentlemen. It is official! I am suffering from writer's block, anybody there to bail me out?

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

The Electricity-less Superpower

India is a land of diversity and a land of promises. We are a fast growing economy and soon to be world superpowers. India is a force to reckon with and the world better not take us lightly. We will ascend the power ladder and sit on the top soon… or will we?

The recent power grid failure in the north and then the east has really made a mess of the things, people have been caused a lot of inconvenience, and the officials are left wide eyed in surprise unable to deal with it effectively. Amid all the chaos and confusion, we forgot that the world is watching us. A recent story on Time World reads as below:


The new power failure affected people across 13 states — more than the entire population of the European Union. They raised concerns about India’s outdated infrastructure and its insatiable appetite for energy that the government has been unable to meet.


I am not here to trash my country, nor do I seek to preach views and opinions on how this debacle could have been avoided or handled. All I want to do is voice my shame and sadness to have encountered such a post, that mocks my country. I also wish we weren’t making tall claims on being the next superpowers when we don’t even have a system to overcome our own power crisis. The Time World post ends with:


But any connection to the grid remains a luxury for many. One-third of India’s households do not even have electricity to power a light bulb, according to last year’s census.


If you heard a cracking sound, that is just my heart breaking… Do you feel bad too when you come across such news pieces?

Hobbies to Acquire for a Lifetime

A hobby is something you like to pursue in your leisure time. There are certain hobbies (or habits even) that if acquired for a lifetime do us a lot of good. Let us have a look at some of these:

  1. Reading: The single most powerful hobby in the world. And no sir, I do not exaggerate. If you were lucky enough in your childhood to have acquired this hobby I am sure you know what I mean. If you love to read, be it newspapers, comics, novels, non-fiction, heck even a blog, then you are arming your intellect with conversation starters, with the ability to analyze situations faster, with the knowledge on various subjects, you are loading your vocabulary, learning new ways of expressing yourself, and much much more. Reading is one hobby that if acquired for a lifetime will prove to be one of the best lifesavers in many situations.

Bonus: It also makes you look intelligent.

  1. Performing arts: Whether it is singing, dancing, playing an instrument or acting out a role, performing arts of any kind are a worthy hobby for character building. Because all the disciplines of the performing arts require a lot of molding and remolding, you also open yourself up for criticisms and thus it not only strengthens your character but builds a kind of self-esteem instead of ego. Though performing arts may not be directly as rewarding as reading, it definitely is a worthwhile hobby to add to your basket.

Bonus: It boosts your morale and helps relieving stress.

  1. Outdoor Sports: Ah! The one hobby that will take care of your body, mind and soul. Pick up any outdoor sport, cricket, tennis, football, basketball, even golf if you please, learn it, train for it. No one wants you to be a star sportsperson, just learn the game and enjoy playing it. An outdoor sport will not only see that you remain fit by getting some exercise but will even help you build your ethics and your team building power, will teach you what is camaraderie and how to respect your opponent and learn fair play. These lessons will come in handy when you are out their facing the world. Go get your old locked up sports equipment out!

Bonus: It boosts your morale and helps relieving stress, also makes you fit and strong!

These are just the three that I have added here to be in your must-have hobbies. Are there anymore you would want to suggest???

Sunday, July 29, 2012

...till I get a son!

Mr. X : So how's your wife?

Mr. Y: She's fine, is inside resting.

Mr X: My wife said she was depressed after the abortion...

Mr Y: Oh! She'll be fine, you know these women na, will shed a few tears and then all will be back on track.

Mr. X: But Mr. Y this is the 5th abortion if I am not wrong, how long are you going to carry this on?

Mr. Y: Till I get a son! I wonder when will my wife give me a son, but one thing is for sure, come what may, I won't let a daughter be born in my household. They are such a burden, these girls....

Mr. X: But today's world has changed, girls are outscoring boys in many areas, there is no difference between a girl and a boy anymore, see how girls have entered armed forces, are becoming pilots, police officers, CEO's of big companies, teachers, nurses, lawyers and what not...

Mr Y: Really? Has India truly changed? What about what happened to that Guwahati girl, and now the recent Andhra Pradesh case, not to mention the whole lot of cases of bride burning, rape, molestation and what not....

Mr. Y had a grin on his face at this point. He took a deep breath and continued.

Mr. Y: I remember my own college days, there was this girl we had teased a lot, and had followed her cycle all the way to her society, just for fun! Being a girl in this country is nothing less than being in living hell, I was 25, and I was in a crowded bus, this 14-15year old girl was there and some old pervert kept pushing into her and rubbing into her, and that one day when in the vegetable market someone touched my wife! When my wife got married to me, I remember how my mother demanded a maruti 800 from her dad, he spent his entire life's earnings to get that car! I don't want to be the father of a girl and worry about her every day, when she is young bring her up and discipline her in customs, and when she grows up worry about her clothing, where she goes, who she befriends, what time she leaves, what time she comes back. I don't want to bring forth a daughter in this world to have her go throw hell, and for me too, why should I gather money to give away to her in-laws, when I can have a son and gather money! I am not killing a girl in her mother's womb! No! I am saving her from a living hell.

My X: I take my leave Mr. Y, I am glad all don't think like you, or there wont be any girls left in India. And be sure of one thing, I will never let my daughter interact with you and your family!

With that Mr. X left, but Mr. Y wasn't convinced, he was happy and content to keep aborting girls and 'saving' them from a bad world, he would make his wife go throw the pain of abortions till he got a son!

Friday, July 27, 2012

A Prisoner's Cry

I haven't seen sunshine
I haven't seen rain
I haven't smelled roses
I'm always in pain.

Not a human face
Have I seen this year
All is very dark,
I live in fear.

The fear of losing
A stable mind
And forgetting a voice
So sweet and kind

The voice which lives
In my heart
'From you,' it says
'I'll never part.'

Oh! When these days
Of bondage will end
My broken heart
Who will mend?

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Striking a Match

Striking a match stick is generally for two purposes, it’s either to light something up like a candle, or to set a fire ablaze. A lot depends on how and for what do we strike a match, trigger an event, kick start a conversation, is it to bring light or is it to spread a wild fire.

Our words and actions are almost always accompanied by some sort of reaction, be it by a fellow human or by us. When we utter something, to an individual, a group, a crowd, we activate a trigger, which will have both immediate and everlasting effects. When we take some action, it too has an immediate and everlasting effect. For good or for bad, our actions and words determine a lot of what we will be or what we will end up as in our future. Past, present and future are not totally disconnected. It takes a right move in the past to secure something in the future.

In today’s world where speaking and acting without any moral responsibility towards others has become a norm, we seldom weigh our words before speaking, check our actions before reacting, look around before spitting venom; and hence strike the match to start a fire where originally a light was needed.

Whether you believe it or not, your words and actions do have an effect. Words spoken in darkness only to yourself mold your mind, words spoken in light in front of your company molds theirs. A chain of events are set forth, sometimes by mere words, some for good, some for bad, some to destroy, some to create, some to merely ignite other person’s intellect. Words are not just words, actions are not some disconnected movement, they all come together to shape, form, break, crack, redo, undo our surroundings and our relationships. 

So next you strike the match, be sure of your purpose.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Book Review - Rome Sweet Home

The journey of a man, and his wife from being a staunch Catholic-hating Presbyterian to becoming a devout and loving Catholic. 

Since ages I wanted to get my hands on this book, being a cradle Catholic, conversion stories have always fascinated me. This was one of those books that I kept hearing about on and off during my readings of other bloggers and converts, a book about which I had only heard praises. A book which I just couldn’t wait to read.


So when I finally spotted the title a month back my happiness was unending, I immediately bought the book. I devoured the book in two days, lapped everything up that it had to offer.


Scott and Kimberly Hahn have written their conversion story in the most candid and heartfelt way, their unabashed honesty and their clarity of thought is what makes the book so captivating. While reading the book it feels like they are actually sitting across the room talking to us. In their simplicity in writing, the miraculous power of God is portrayed, one can’t help but connect the proceedings in the Hahns lives with the Divine Intervention of God. The story is not only of Scott and Kimberly, and how they found the way back home, it is also of God the Father, Jesus, Mary and other saints and how they nudged and guided them back home. It is a journey of hope and despair, cheers and tears, human follies and divine wisdom but above all, its a journey back home,


The book may not answer all your questions on Catholicism, it is not going to explain to you the theological aspect of every Catholic tradition, neither will it turn you into a Catholic enthusiast in a day. But the book will surely show you the way, to discover your own way back home, the book will definitely give you the inspiration to delve deeper and to get inside your Faith, to know the Faith and know how to defend it.

This book is a must read of all Catholics who are struggling to believe the Church Doctrines and for those who are despairing and doubtful of their conversion to Catholicism.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Mass is not about fancy words added on whim

…it is deeply rooted in Scripture.



The words the priest speaks during a mass aren’t words written by some old spiritual man of some old forgotten days. The Holy Mass (and the missal therein) draws deeply from the Bible, some verses are taken as is, others are derivations but it all has one single root, The Holy Scriptures. Let us go through a regular mass and see where these words come from. The text of the missal is in normal font, the biblical references are in hyperlink:


Sign of the Cross

All make the Sign of the Cross as the Priest says.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. (Mt 28:19)

The people reply:

Amen. (1 Chr 16:36).


Then the Priest greets the people:

Either: The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all. (2Cor 13:14)

Or: Grace to you and peace from God our Father

and the Lord Jesus Christ.

Or: The Lord be with you. (Ruth 2:4)

The people reply:

And with your spirit.

Penitential Act

The Priest invites the faithful to the Penitential Act.

Brethren (brothers and sisters), let us acknowledge our sins, (James 5:16) and so prepare ourselves to celebrate the sacred mysteries.

A brief pause for silence follows, and then one of the following Penitential Acts:

All say:

I confess to almighty God

and to you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned,

in my thoughts and in my words,

in what I have done and in what I have failed to do,

And, striking their breast, they say:

through my fault,

through my fault,

through my most grievous fault;

therefore I ask blessed Mary ever-Virgin,

all the Angels and Saints,

and you, my brothers and sisters,

to pray for me to the Lord our God.


The absolution by the Priest follows:

May almighty God have mercy on us, forgive us our sins, and bring us to everlasting life. (1Jn 1:9) Amen.


The Kyrie

The Priest or another minister says invocations naming the gracious works of the Lord to which he invites the people to respond, as in the example below:

You were sent to heal the contrite of heart:

Lord, have mercy.

The people reply:

Lord, have mercy.


The Gloria

When indicated this hymn is either sung or said.

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to people of good will. (Luke 2:14)

We praise you, we bless you, we adore you, we glorify you,

we give you thanks for your great glory,

Lord God, heavenly King, O God, almighty Father.

Lord Jesus Christ, Only Begotten Son,

Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father,

you take away the sins of the world,

have mercy on us; you take away the sins of the world, (Jn 1:29)

receive our prayer;

you are seated at the right hand of the Father,( Mt 26:64, Acts 2:33, Rom 8:34, Col 3:1)

have mercy on us.

For you alone are the Holy One, (Lk 4:34)

you alone are the Lord,

you alone are the Most High, (Lk 1:32)

Jesus Christ,

with the Holy Spirit,

in the glory of God the Father.


The Collect

The Priest says:

Let us pray.

And all pray in silence with the Priest for a while. Then the Priest says the Collect prayer, at the end of which the people acclaim:


The Liturgy of the Word

First Reading

To indicate the end of these readings, the reader acclaims:

The word of the Lord.

All reply:

Thanks be to God.


After the First Reading the psalmist or cantor sings or says the Psalm, with the people making the response.

Second Reading

On Sundays and certain other days there is a second reading. It concludes with the same responsory as above.


The assembly stands to sing the Gospel Acclamation to welcome the Gospel. They remain

standing in honour of the Gospel reading, the high point of the Liturgy of the Word.

At the ambo the Deacon, or the Priest says:

The Lord be with you.

The people reply:

And with your spirit.

The Deacon, or the Priest:

A reading from the holy Gospel according to N.

He makes the Sign of the Cross on the book and, together with the people, on his forehead, lips, and breast.

At the same time the people acclaim:

Glory to you, O Lord.

At the end of the Gospel, the Deacon, or the Priest, acclaims:

The Gospel of the Lord.

All reply:

Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

After the proclamation of the Gospel the congregation is seated.

The Homily

At the end of the Homily it is appropriate for there to be a brief silence for recollection. The congregation then stands.

The Creed

On Sundays and Solemnities, the Profession of Faith or Creed will follow. During Lent and Easter Time, especially, the Apostles’ Creed may be used.


The Prayer of the Faithful (Bidding Prayers)

After each intention there is a pause while the faithful pray. The minister says:

Lord, in your mercy.

All reply:

Hear our prayer.

The Priest concludes the Prayer with a collect. When the Liturgy of the Word has been completed, the people sit.

The Liturgy of the Eucharist

The Offertory

When he has received the bread and wine for the celebration, the Priest offers prayer of blessing quietly at the altar. Sometimes these prayers are said aloud. If the priest says the prayers aloud the assembly’s acclamation each time is

Blessed be God for ever.

The Priest completes additional personal preparatory rites, and the people rise as he says:

Pray, brethren (brothers and sisters), that my sacrifice and yours may be acceptable to God,

the almighty Father.

The people reply:

May the Lord accept the sacrifice at your hands for the praise and glory of his name, for our good

and the good of all his holy Church.

Then the Priest says the Prayer over the Offerings, at the end of which the people acclaim:



Extending his hands, the Priest says:

The Lord be with you.

The people reply:

And with your spirit.

The Priest, raising his hands, continues:

Lift up your hearts.

The people:

We lift them up to the Lord. (Lam 3:41)

The Priest, with hands extended, adds:

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

The people:

It is right and just.

The Priest continues with the Preface.

The renewal of all things in Christ

The following Preface is said in Masses that have no proper Preface, and for which a Preface related to a specific liturgical time is not indicated.

It is truly right and just, our duty and our salvation, always and everywhere to give you thanks, Lord, holy Father, almighty and eternal God, through Christ our Lord. In him you have been pleased to renew all things, giving us all a share in his fullness. For though he was in the form of God, he emptied himself and by the blood of his Cross brought peace to all creation. Therefore he has been exalted above all things, and to all who obey him, has become the source of eternal salvation. And so, with Angels and Archangels, with Thrones and Dominions, and with all the hosts and Powers of heaven, we sing the hymn of your glory, as without end we acclaim:

The Priest concludes the Preface with the people singing or saying aloud:

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of hosts.

Heaven and earth are full of your glory.

Hosanna in the highest. (Is 6:3; Mk 11:9-10).

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. (Mt 21:9)

Hosanna in the highest.

The Priest alone recites:

To you, therefore, most merciful Father, we make humble prayer and petition through Jesus Christ, your Son, our Lord: that you accept and bless these gifts, these offerings, these holy and unblemished sacrifices, which we offer you firstly for your holy catholic Church. Be pleased to grant her peace, to guard, unite and govern her throughout the whole world, together with your servant N. our Pope and N. our Bishop, and all those who, holding to the truth, hand on the catholic and apostolic faith.

Remember, Lord, your servants (N. and N.) and all gathered here, whose faith and devotion are known to you. For them, we offer you this sacrifice of praise or they offer it for themselves and all who are dear to them: for the redemption of their souls, in hope of health and well-being, and paying their homage to you, the eternal God, living and true.

In communion with those whose memory we venerate, especially the glorious ever-Virgin Mary, Mother of our God and Lord, Jesus Christ, and blessed Joseph, her Spouse, your blessed Apostles and Martyrs, Peter and Paul, Andrew, (James, John, Thomas, James, Philip, Bartholomew, Matthew, Simon and Jude; Linus, Cletus, Clement, Sixtus, Cornelius, Cyprian, Lawrence, Chrysogonus, John and Paul, Cosmas and Damian) and all your Saints; we ask that through their merits and prayers, in all things we may be defended by your protecting help. (Through Christ our Lord. Amen.)

Therefore, Lord, we pray: graciously accept this oblation of our service, that of your whole family; order our days in your peace, and command that we be delivered from eternal damnation and counted among the flock of those you have chosen. (Through Christ our Lord. Amen.)

Be pleased, O God, we pray, to bless, acknowledge, and approve this offering in every respect; make it spiritual and acceptable, so that it may become for us the Body and Blood of your most beloved Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.

On the day before he was to suffer, he took bread in his holy and venerable hands, and with eyes raised to heaven to you, O God, his almighty Father, giving you thanks, he said the blessing, broke the bread and gave it to his disciples, saying: Take this, all of you, and eat of it, for this is my body, which will be given up for you.

In a similar way, when supper was ended, he took this precious chalice in his holy and venerable hands, and once more giving you thanks, he said the blessing and gave the chalice to his disciples, saying: Take this, all of you, and drink from it, for this is the chalice of my Blood, the Blood of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins. Do this in memory of me. (Mt 26:26-28)

After the words of Consecration the priest says:

The mystery of faith.

The people continue, acclaiming:


We proclaim your Death, O Lord,

and profess your Resurrection

until you come again.


When we eat this Bread and drink this Cup,

we proclaim your Death, O Lord,

until you come again. (1Cor 11:26)


Save us, Saviour of the world,

for by your Cross and Resurrection

you have set us free.

Then the Priest alone continues:

Therefore, O Lord, as we celebrate the memorial of the blessed Passion, the Resurrection from the dead, and the glorious Ascension into heaven of Christ, your Son, our Lord, we, your servants and your holy people, offer to your glorious majesty from the gifts that you have given us, this pure victim, this holy victim, this spotless victim, the holy Bread of eternal life and the Chalice of everlasting salvation. Be pleased to look upon these offerings with a serene and kindly countenance, and to accept them, as once you were pleased to accept the gifts of your servant Abel the just, the sacrifice of Abraham, our father in faith, and the offering of your high priest Melchizedek, a holy sacrifice, a spotless victim. In humble prayer we ask you, almighty God:

command that these gifts be borne by the hands of your holy Angel to your altar on high

in the sight of your divine majesty, so that all of us, who through this participation at the altar

receive the most holy Body and Blood of your Son, may be filled with every grace and heavenly blessing. (Through Christ our Lord. Amen.)

Commemoration of the Dead : Remember also, Lord, your servants N. and N., who have gone before us with the sign of faith and rest in the sleep of peace. Grant them, O Lord, we pray, and all who sleep in Christ, a place of refreshment, light and peace. (Through Christ our Lord. Amen.)

To us, also, your servants, who, though sinners, hope in your abundant mercies, graciously grant some share and fellowship with your holy Apostles and Martyrs: with John the Baptist, Stephen,

Matthias, Barnabas, (Ignatius, Alexander, Marcellinus, Peter, Felicity, Perpetua, Agatha, Lucy, Agnes, Cecilia, Anastasia) and all your Saints; admit us, we beseech you, into their company, not weighing our merits, but granting us your pardon, through Christ our Lord. Through whom you continue to make all these good things, O Lord; you sanctify them, fill them with life, bless them, and bestow them upon us.

At the conclusion of the Eucharistic Prayer the Priest takes the chalice and the paten with the host and, raising both, he alone says:

Through him, and with him, and in him,

O God, almighty Father, in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

all glory and honour is yours,

for ever and ever. (Rom 11:36)


The Communion Rite

The eating and drinking together of the Lord’s Body and Blood in a Paschal meal is the culmination of the Eucharist. The themes underlying these rites are the mutual love and reconciliation that are both the condition and the fruit of worthy communion and the unity of the many in the One.

The Lord’s Prayer

The congregation stands and the Priest says:

At the Saviour’s command

and formed by divine teaching, we dare to say:

Together with the people, he continues:

Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name;

thy kingdom come,

thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil. (Mt. 6:9-13)

The Priest alone continues, saying:

Deliver us, Lord, we pray, from every evil, graciously grant peace in our days, that, by the help of your mercy, we may be always free from sin and safe from all distress, as we await the blessed hope and the coming of our Saviour, Jesus Christ

The people conclude the prayer, acclaiming:

For the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours now and for ever. (Mt 6:13)

Then the Priest alone says aloud:

Lord Jesus Christ, who said to your Apostles: Peace I leave you, my peace I give you, (Jn 14:27)

look not on our sins, but on the faith of your Church, and graciously grant her peace and unity in accordance with your will. Who live and reign for ever and ever.

The people reply:


The Priest adds:

The peace of the Lord be with you always. (Jn 20:19)

The people reply:

And with your spirit.

The Deacon, or the Priest, adds:

Let us offer each other the sign of peace.

And all offer one another the customary sign of peace: a handclasp or handshake, which is an expression of peace, communion, and charity.

Breaking of the Bread

During the breaking of the host the following is sung or said:

(Jn 1:29)

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world,

have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world,

have mercy on us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world,

grant us peace.

After the Lamb of God, the people kneel.

Invitation to Communion

After his private prayers of preparation the Priest genuflects, takes the host and, holding it slightly raised above the paten or above the chalice says aloud:

Behold the Lamb of God, behold him who takes away the sins of the world. Blessed are those called to the supper of the Lamb. (Rev 19:9)

And together with the people he adds once:

Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed. (Mt 8:8)


After the priest has reverently consumed the Body and Blood of Christ the communicants come forward in reverent procession, and make a preparatory act of reverence by bowing their head in honour of Christ’s presence in the Sacrament. They receive Holy Communion standing.

The Priest says:

The Body (Blood) of Christ.

The communicant replies:


After the distribution of Communion, if appropriate, a sacred silence may be observed for a while, or a psalm or other canticle of praise or a hymn may be sung.

Prayer after Communion

Then, the Priest says:

Let us pray.

All stand and pray in silence. Then the Priest says the Prayer after Communion, at the end of which the people acclaim:


The Concluding Rites

The brief Concluding Rite sends the people forth to put into effect in their daily lives the Mystery of Christ’s Death and Resurrection and the unity in Christ which they have celebrated. Their mission is to witness to Christ in the world and to bring the Gospel to the poor. Any brief announcements to the people follow here. Then the dismissal takes place. Sometimes this takes a more elaborate form than that given below.


The Priest says:

The Lord be with you.

The people reply:

And with your spirit.

The Priest blesses the people, saying:

May almighty God bless you,

the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

The people reply:



Then the Deacon, or the Priest himself, says:

Either: Go forth, the Mass is ended.

Or: Go and announce the Gospel of the Lord.

Or: Go in peace, glorifying the Lord by your life.

Or: Go in peace.

The people reply:

Thanks be to God.


Note: The order of mass was take from : Also, these are my own findings and it may not be exhaustive or even accurate. I would welcome feedbacks from those who are more knowledgeable than me in these matters

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Dark Knight Rises - A Review

The story begins 8 years after the death of Harvey Dent, where the citizens of Gotham city blame Batman for his murder. Bruce Wayne has retired, both as Batman and from the Wayne Enterprises. But a turmoil is churning up in the city, will Batman return to battle a formidable foe and most importantly, will he win?

For all the diehard Batfans its a real treat, for all those of you who aren't a fan, its still a real treat. Christopher Nolan strikes again, with the last installment of the Batman series. Christian Bale is at his best, Anna Hathaway has done a good job too but the crown goes to Hans Zimmer for the amazing background score that added life to each scene. The special effects were also good in parts. The story line was average, and it would have been a perfect movie if a few parts were not stretched too long and if some crisp editing had been done. Bane is also great to watch, Tom Hardy has done a great job. This is one villain you will truly enjoy watching.
The story line also has a few twist and turns that at times will bring you to the edge of your seat, but don’t expect too many of them. There are some lose ends here and there in the story, and Morgan Freeman has been totally wasted. I would have loved to see more of him. There are certain emotionally charged scenes that look too plastic at times. But otherwise, it’s a total entertainer.
Go watch it for the special effects and Bane!

Thursday, July 19, 2012


Krista was walking alone down the crowded street, it was a hot stuffy night, the hawkers displaying their wares, the children screaming and trying to bully their parents, the divas strutting along, flaunting their expensive clothing and fake accents. She was oblivious to all these, on a normal day she would be drinking in the scene and observing various characters, today her mind was preoccupied. She needed to get some work done, or it would be too late.
Her train of thoughts continued as she was going through the list of things she had to do before retiring to bed that night, when suddenly she dashed into another woman. Again, on a normal day she would have said sorry to this young thing, but today, she was too shocked to apologize. This woman was pale, tall, thin, with long black hair, and she was pale, unnaturally pale, except for those eyes, they were dark like death. The woman grinned at her, teeth unnaturally white…
Krista, saw her grin and saw her eyes, a shiver ran down her spine. There was something about this woman, something she just couldn’t put her finger on.
One saw in the other’s eyes and all went dark.
She rose, like a chilly mist, inside a cavernous underground hall. A grin on her face, a trickle of blood running from behind her ear and a vague madness in her eyes. Tonight again she had won back some 20 more years of life and youth, a body of a young woman lay on the floor. What was her name, she did not know. She did not need to know, the girl had served her purpose well. She was a soul that didn’t put up much resistance, her task had been simple, lost souls are always quicker to devour and very delicious to relish.
She wiped the blood from behind her ear, adjusted her clothes and walked out back on the crowded street.
She saw a little pink chubby girl trying to pull her mom into a toy store. She looked at the girl and smiled, the girl smiled back.
“It might be you next, little girl, lets wait and watch,” Krista said to herself as she walked towards her home.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Saturday Soliloquy: Balance

I don’t care what the world thinks about me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to put my best foot forward and try and create a good impression. So what must I do, how much of my life do I let the world dictate and how much of it should I live according to my own terms? Where, oh where can I find the perfect balance?

Do I wear what the society wants me to wear or do I adorn my own choice, do I find a piece of society approved clothing of my own choice? What about the choice of my friends, do I go for the same gender, same class and same age, sticking to the status quo, or do I break the barriers and befriend those whom I like irrespective of there age, gender and social class?

I don’t know, where will I find the balance when it comes to my career, shall I chose the less trodden path which I so much desire and am so passionate about, or do I take up that job that my family wants me to see in so that they may feel secure about my future?

Why do I have to put up with that nosy uncle just out of respect because that’s what the culture demands, why do I have to simply smile when he asks me the most private question and makes distasteful remarks on my looks? Why can’t I speak my mind when I want to?

What part of my life do I let the world take over and what part do I keep out of bounds? Is there ever a balance, or is it just a compromise…

Thursday, July 12, 2012

I've been TAGGED!!!

Rahul has been kind enough to tag me for a post! 

I've been tagged

This is a fun chain blog post type of something where we get to connect to multiple bloggers! 

The Rules -

  • Link back the blogger who tagged you.
  • You must post the rules.
  • Answer the questions given by the person tagged you.
  • Tag eleven new bloggers.
  • Set eleven new questions for the bloggers tagged by you.
  • Inform them about the tag.

Rahul's 11 Questions and my Answers : 

1.Whats life for you. A: Life is a journey.
2.Whats love for you. A: Love is an amalgam of Divine and Human experiences.
3.Whats desire for you. A: Desire is a kind of a hunger, either physical, intellectual or spiritual.
4.Whats destiny for you. A: A myth created to avoid facing awkward truths.
5.Whats the craziest thing you have done so far. A: Tried to climb a wall like spiderman! My back's never been the same after that!
6.Whats your favourite quote in life. A: If God is for us, who can be against us? Rom 8:31
7.What motivates you in life. A: The nature around me.
8.Any regrets in life. A: Just one, wish I had spent more time with my dad...
9.Idols in life. A: No one
10.Where do you see yourself after 1 year and after 5 years. A: after a year; in front of the mirror, looking gorgeous and happy, after 5 years: in front of the mirror, looking more gorgeous and more happy, and a little more wise too.
11.Words for my blog. A: Looking forward to a thriller on your blog!

And now it's my turn to tag 11 other bloggers:

5. Nagini 
6. Alexandra 
7. Pooja 

And my questions are:

1. What is your most priced possession?
2. Will you eat a bug or any other creepy thing to survive in wilderness?
3. Your views on marriage?
4. What does India lack?
5. What is your best feature?
6. Whom will you never forgive in life and why?
7. Which is your most favorite moment in life?
8. Are you where you intended to be or has a mixture of crazy circumstances brought you to what you are today?
9. Define God.
10. Do you believe in Gandhi's principles?
11. Will you follow my blog? ;)